A fallen tree blocks the dry creek sofa where sumptuous Jimmy Durano and torn Sean Zevran are ambling. They bod that if they can’t walk any farther, they might as well get naked and drill. The trees branches become a clothes rack. Enormous rod meets giant, smooth muscle as these kinky fellows grapple in the open air and sunshine. Spit flies and sweat runs in flows as Sean mitts Jimmy’s big sack and inserts his face with Jimmy’s thick meat. Sean stands, grabbing one tree branch and propping his sole on another for Jimmy to munch his muscle-ass. Sean’s ball sack wag heavily as he jerks his penis and pushes his crevice out to meet Jimmy’s tongue. Jimmy maneuvers behind Sean and slips his bone inwards him, its curvature a flawless fit to ravage high and deep. Their figures are so rock hard, their flesh barely quakes as thighs collide with thighs. Sean is overcome with delectation, and he takes hold of his shaft and squashes his nutsack as his juice jets from his manstick. Jimmy ensues suit, matching him droplet for glob.